Calypso Chick

I feel like singing a calypso whenever I walk past these palm trees in the park.

I want to drink rum and coca-cola, eat mango, banana and fresh coconut and play the ukelele in a brightly-coloured shirt.

Sometimes if you sit beneath the palm trees you can hear the leaves brush like parchment and you are transported to faraway places where the sands are golden and the seas are spanish glass blue.

The waves brush at my bare feet, soft as whispers, leaving etched trails like love letters on the shore. I look out, out out to the sea where it attaches itself like silk to the sky and smell the sunlight on my hair, on my skin, on my old winter clothes and am elated. My heart grows vast, buoyant, it is a bird brave enough to fly up to the clouds.

No matter what, the palm trees make me smile. No matter how grey the day, no matter how lacking in focus I am, I walk past those scruffy-haired sentinels and I am uplifted.

And all at once I am Calypso Chick.

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30 thoughts on “Calypso Chick

  1. “…scruffy-haired sentinels” is a marvelous description. I also love finding these places of joy that keep us going. I’m ready to hit the beach now. πŸ™‚

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  2. Hi Selma,
    I’m also a lover of palm trees, they are magnificent, they look nice in the yard if you have the space, and live in the right climate, or if you see them at the beach, they seem to always be a picture of tranquility and peace I feel.

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    1. I love palm trees too. They have a lot in my local park, some of which they are unfortunately removing as they are interfering with so-called native plants (some kind of grass that grows up to the shore.) Shame. I’d rather see the palm trees than a bit of weedy-looking grass. They definitely are a picture of tranquility!

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    1. Excellent. We could form a band called the Calypso Chicks, spreading fun and joy and an undying love for the ukelele wherever we go πŸ˜†

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  3. Everyday twice a day I drive over a bridge and I look out to the water and there is an old boat dock with a lit white picket fence like bridge that goes out to the dock and the back ground is the trees and mountains and then theres the water. No matter what my day has started off like or end as I always smile and for if only a moment in time think how beautiful life is.

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    1. They are a bit scruffy-haired, Bluebee. Haha. I think of the Bay City Rollers every time I see a palm tree. Their hair cuts were shaggy and scruffy like that. I agree – bring the summer days on!

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  4. You rock Calypso Chick – haha – I know exactlyl what you mean. ‘I look out, out out to the sea where it attaches itself like silk to the sky’ – beautiful way with words you have πŸ˜‰ – summer here we come (well, it’s just round the corner).

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    1. I get a real sense of expectation whenever I see a palm tree in the sunlight. I don’t really know why. It’s hard to put it into words. Such possibility in the air….

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    1. You should get one, Nat. I have one and they are so much fun to play. My ukelele version of ‘Smoke On The Water’ is legendary. Everyone gets me to play it at parties. It is very, very silly πŸ˜€

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    1. They’re so cute together, aren’t they? Like a comedy duo waiting to do a routine or a singing act from the vaudeville era. I always grin when I see them!

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  5. I’m not a fan of hot weather either but I do love palm trees, the last I saw were in California, many years ago. So cool you have them right there. I forget sometimes how “tropical” Australia can be!!! A lovely, happy post Sel, makes me want to dance. Ched…..ready? (he’s sitting here watching me type and sends a headbonk to his Auntie Sel!)

    Hugs, G :<)

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    1. Thanks for the headbonk, Ched – you are so gorgeous. We have lots of palm trees in Sydney but the further north you go along the coast the more there are. I love that. Hugs to you too, G !!!

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  6. Nice, nice. You paint a wonderful picture with your words.

    While you sip your pina colada lying on a hammock and cooling off in a straw hat in the shade, I will be playing a ukelele and serenading you:
    “My name is Roshan
    Don’t you just love the ocean
    Would you like some sun-tan lotion
    Rub on you by Roshan”

    Something like that!

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